The Dom with the Dark Eyes Read Free Page A

him, and even if she turned he’d only
get a view of his mask with those deep eyes shining through the holes made for
them, made her clit throb.
    Oh my. Erotic and arousing thoughts
flooded her mind as she did as he bade her. Her juices coated her cunt and legs
and her nipples were still mimicking nails. She stepped out onto a large tree-
and shrub-decked balcony and approached the balustrade.
    As
she positioned herself as Sir requested, the just above waist height, smooth,
golden—or so it looked in the low lights that skirted the base—stone, the
barrier between her and the garden suddenly seemed flimsy.
    Linsey
had never had vertigo before but now? Whether it was the wine or anticipation
she had no idea, but now the horizon swayed, and she grasped the top of the
wall until her knuckles went white.
    Then
she remembered Sir’s diktat.
      Thank goodness for the grabs . She took one in each hand and
held on for dear life. Gradually the horizon stayed where it should be. Linsey
let out her breath in relief. How galling it would be to cry red because you
were going to faint from fear of falling, not flying.
    “To
approach you from the rear is a sweet torture, sweet Cherry.”
      Oh god does he know what that voice does to
me? He couldn’t,
but she did. Her body tightened, and she shivered.
    “Are
you cold? Apprehensive? Need to talk?”
    Linsey
shook her head. “No, none of them. I’m excited.” There was no need to
dissemble.
    Something
velvety stroked her back. The soft texture tickled and she wriggled as the
sensations moved lower and stopped at the top of her buttocks.
    “I
think, sweet Cherry, I’m going to make your ass the color of your name then fuck
you senseless. Does that sound acceptable to you? A sweet sting and an even
sweeter release?”
    “Oh,
god, yes,” Linsey said, fervently. “All of it.”
    He
laughed. “Sweet Cherry. Then do I need to fasten you?”
    “No,
Sir. I’m green.”
    “Then
keep your feet where I put them.” He nudged her legs and Linsey discovered
there were indentations for her to stand in that spread her out like a
starfish.
      At least I’m secure now. Even if my all is on
show. But then
wasn’t that what he intended?
    Sir
of the dark eyes pushed gently on her back and the smooth warm stone caressed
her tummy. Her breasts pressed into the top of the balustrade and the slight
roughness of its surface increased her awareness and the invisible cord that
connected her nipples to her clit tightened in anticipation of what she hoped
would come.
    The
first thud was just that. Nothing special, nothing to make her cream. Pleasant
but no more.
    Linsey
wasn’t aware she moaned her disappointment, and started to turn to look at him.
He put his palm to her head and pushed gently so she faced forward again.
    “Sweet
Cherry, do you think that’s it? I thought you’d know I intend to warm you up
slowly.” He rubbed her ass and then pinched it hard. “No, don’t turn around.
Just close your eyes and let the feelings fill you.”
    She
felt the nip a lot more than the flogger.
    The
flails caressed her ass like a lover. Three or four strokes that hinted of
things to come.
    The
next strike thudded harder. The next stung. The following one hurt.
    Linsey
let her breath out in one long whoosh. This was pain, real pain. After each two
strokes, Sir rubbed her tortured flesh gently. He spoke to her, encouraged and
praised her in a soft voice. Soothed her and lifted her higher.
    Her
ass was on fire, and she loved it. Usually Linsey struggled to let go. This
time all that mattered was the sting of the flogger, the cadence of his voice
and her need to do as he said.
    “Sweet
Cherry, fly for me now, it’s all for you.” He pinched her clit as he struck her
harder and deeper than before. “Let yourself go. Don’t think, just go.”
    Linsey
had no idea where she was or who she was except his. She floated into subspace
and stayed there. She didn’t climax; that wasn’t what this was about.